If I said some mornings when I wake up, before coffee but after peeing, I didn’t challenge myself to wear as much of the same color-genre as I possibly could, I’d be lying. Like the time Lindsay said she was ‘sober’ or Oprah said ‘No, I won’t give you that car. And my uterus’. But, enough about altruism.
To the ill-informed it may seem matchy-matchy. But to the well-versed, in both the military-esque attire and hyphens, it becomes a new lease on Islamic green. One of color-blocking and superb stealth in parks and other highly wooded areas. Really though, on the spectrum of tan to forest green, for instance, there are some colors that I wouldn’t shake a stick at. Almost all of which go together in some combination of cuffed shorts or pocket clad jackets.
Add a watch desperately trying to pretend it’s real gold when in actuality it was bought for 10 dollars from a small Portuguese man on the street, and you’ve got yourself an outfit ready for the dusty trail.